The Kissing Game

Sorry I haven't written in a few days. I wish I could say I had some really interesting stories from the past few days, and I might if I could remember what I even did. I swear sometimes my brain gets as lazy as I do. Oh, wait! I remember now, I spent my weekend reading in various spots on campus, writing poems for my creative writing class... and people watching, of course. On Saturday I had two people in two separate situations just staring at me. Why do the creepy people stare? One of them even stopped his truck and honked at me. And he looked old! I mean, I know I was alone, but that doesn't make me some sort of prey or easy target. I wasn't separated from the herd or anything.

My conclusion: some people are animals. and not the cute kind.

Anyway, my main topic of this post is kissing. I saw District 9 last night because this guy wanted to see it, and I wanted to see him so, yeah I saw the damn movie. It was interesting... pretty graphic... I can't say I'm glad I saw it. BUT to give those who produced it some credit, it was really well made. Good acting, good graphics (although disturbing), and an interesting plot.

After the movie we went back to his house, watched The Office and eventually made out on his "couch"... his couch was the corner piece of a sectional, not easy to make out on, but definitely a fun challenge... and it got me thinking. Everyone has different tastes in food, movies, colors, clothes, fabrics, etc. And just like all those things, everyone kisses differently. I don't understand why certain people like to kiss in certain ways. I remember this one guy last year I went on two dates with, was probably the worst kisser I've ever encountered. Seriously, when he just pecked me the entire area around my mouth was wet. Like, my lips were pruning after kissing him for two minutes. And I'm pretty sure he thought he was good at it! I tried to help him but failed miserably. He ended up coming to my room drunk and whining about how I didn't want to be exclusive. After two dates. And I wasn't even seeing someone else. Give me a break.

Then there was the guy I dated a few months ago. He was a boring kisser. SOOO boring. Boring at kissing, boring in bed. Everything was routine. Yet again, I tried to break the routine and kiss MY way but, no. He wouldn't follow and we'd just go back to the boring routine. I knew I had to end things with him when I started hoping he'd think I was asleep so I wouldn't have to fool around with him. He was nice though. Nice just isn't enough sometimes.

Now, the guy I kissed last night was good for the most part. I liked kissing him. Except for one thing he did, and maybe it was just an accident, I don't know, but it happened more than once. He'd like pull away a bit so our lips weren't touching, but keep our tongues going. I was so confused. I kept trying to move my lips back onto his. I felt like a snake. If snakes made out, I imagine that is how it would happen. It's weird though because aside from that, I liked kissing him! Maybe I can keep the snake from appearing again. Snake might have been a poor choice of word for this, but you know what I'm talking about. Not his man-snake, his tongue snake haha. It's not sounding any better. Oh forget it.

I'm starting to think part of how we prefer to kiss comes from how we start off kissing. I had someone literally offer to teach me. The first time I would have never known if he was bad because I had nothing to compare to. Then after a couple "lessons" I got the hang of it, and he was good. We had chemistry and our hormones were all over the place. I wonder though, had someone else showed me the kissing ropes, would I kiss the same way I do now? I'd like to think so, but anything is possible.

And now, I must share that I have in fact kissed an extremely good kisser. He was only a friend but boy was his kissing passionate. There was so much heat and he had the best lips I have ever come across. I mean, damn. I still can't get over it. What kills me the most was, he was just as good at everything else. I was surprised because of his ADD, but I'm pretty sure he knew my body better than I did. It was such a sad day when I realized we were compatible in bed but not in life. He started seeing someone who was, admittedly, better for him and I went on to date Mr. Boring. It's sad but when I'm in a certain "mood" I still think about how good it was with him.

I see kissing as a sort of introduction to how someone will be physically. I know a good kisser won't always be good in bed, but if they're a bad kisser does it really matter how they are in bed? Something to think about.

PS. Totally forgot to mention the person I kissed last night was the "possibly single" guy I mentioned in my last post. I'm hoping this means he's single.

I'll leave you today with an okay poem I wrote when I was outside yesterday. It's not great, but it's a start (possibly with no end.)

As the wind soars through the trees

A gentle and soft breeze

Brings the crackle of autumn leaves

they scream, I miss you.

Surroundings turn to gray,

A blanket of snow lay

My body shivers in dismay,

as if to say, I miss you.

As the sun begins to shine,

New life comes to rise

Leaves grow before my eyes

still they cry, I miss you.

And when summer heat bears down

As I lay upon the ground

Beneath the trees and clouds

my heart beat sounds, 

I miss you.